Help! 800cal/day = good diet or ED? "Eat less, do more" not working?
VLCD trap?
I am about to go insane. After two years of deep dedication and going it alone with VLCD (Very Low Calorie Diet) calorie restriction, I need some input about what is it I am obviously doing wrong. I am doing everything "right" to the most extreme possible and yet am making no progress on any front for almost a year - no fat loss, no lean mass muscle gain, no increased athletic prowess, no pants feeling looser, no increase in bicep size. Nothing! The anguish and frustration level has hit an extreme pitch. I cannot be the only "hard loser" person in the country with such a bizarre extreme metabolism that seemingly breaks the laws of body mechanics as blindly spouted by every nutritionist or obesity expert I've ever read (and come to doubt).
"Eat least, exercise most" should do something in a calorie=calorie world! I want to understand what is happening within my body from a scientific standpoint. I have 20 questions at the end that I need help with. This is a long rant and diet travelogue, but I hope I am not alone in my weird diet trial experiences, where others can offer advice or help. I've reached the limit of my own knowledge and powers and self-drive. In short, I am momentarily frustrated to hell.
In a nutshell - according to everyone I've had the nerve to share my dilemma with - they say I am too fat because I eat too little and workout too much!! That my healthy calorie restrictive eating over the years has done nothing more than to train my body to run slower and slower on fewer and fewer calories. It really messes with the head!
When "Eat less, exercise more" is what the Surgeon General and nutritionists all say over and over again. How can it not work?
I know that clinically most people think that they are unique and different and a special case cursed with bad metabolism. My take was no whining, everyone's body runs differently, find your own personal magic sweet spot. However I've had enough people become concerned and worse seemingly alarmist about my eating over the past year that I feel I need to seek advice and feedback as a sanity check. Or at least see if I am not alone in some bizarro world that works backwards from normal - that I am not alone in how my body seemingly "just runs on air" as my doctor loves reducing it to in a ridiculing manner. Any pointers to good science-based nutritionists local to Boston would also be appreciated. My small town doctor has been a complete dead end.
I know I'll get wildly differing advice from bodybuilders versus cyclists versus nutritionists versus dieters, but am curious to get the feedback from each. I'd like to post this in each forum to get the differing advice and have better hopes of reaching someone who may have experience in this madness of when VLCD doesn't work (hope it won't be seen as spam). Most advice conflicts, yet experimenting with each has not revealed the answer for my current body chemistry and/or genetics.
I know my situation flies in the face of everything cited within one-size-fits-all current weight loss beliefs (calorie=calorie, no such thing as starvation mode, eat less + exercise more, fat people eat more than skinny, fat people eat McD & junk food, etc). I know emotional eating and binge/purge eating is an enormous real problem and accounts for large part or even perhaps 99% of obesity in the general population. But this is not my case. My situation may be rare because I cannot find any good information about it. My own doctor doesn't believe my data, however I don't blame him since clinically most fat people under-report what they eat. The local obesity clinic I visited on my own told me "You're doing way more exercise than we could ever hope for in our patients here, we just try to get them to just walk for ten minutes per day. Sorry, you're on your own."
Despite the raging nation-wide obesity epidemic, I was left feeling I had to figure it out for myself.
Losing weight, while always a life-long battle, eventually became my number one life priority. I did on a ton of research online wading through contradictory theories. Thinking everyone is an experiment of one, I decided to figure out a complex black box DUT (my body) where I can only monitor the inputs (food) and output (body results). I ended up creating my own spreadsheet of calories in versus exercise calories out versus body results (so upset that my own doctor indirectly accused me of lying). I have recently lost faith in nutritionists, even though I followed their dictates for decades. Often they seemed to only spout mantra versus real science, seeing what they did to
Atkins for decades with never once challenging their assumptions and performing any scientific studies to back their perhaps honestly felt but merely taken-on-faith notions. The more of their advice I'd follow, the seemingly worse off I became (more later). But I'm hoping that perhaps some diet war veteran or sports nutritionist or physical trainer here might have some real-life experience with subjects overcoming my VLCD predicament and can offer me and others like me advice.
I'm 5' 8" and now in my late thirties. I was a former competitive cyclist where my post-college race weight throughout the ages of 16-24 was 120lbs for a BMI of 18.5 (healthy weight, especially for a cyclist). I had a 28" waist that was size small in small-running for-Americans Euro cycling clothing. Twelve years later (two years ago) you would have never guessed that might ever have been the case.
After spending four years exclusively focused on my career and eating just one meal a day at dinner (Weight Watcher "a calorie = a calorie to be saved or spent" concept) with only moderate workouts, I reached the horrendous state of becoming double my college weight - 240lbs for
BMI 36.5 (obese) with a 40+" waist. At 120lbs over my ideal weight, I was morbidly obese. I have extreme will power and through my own VLCD efforts I lost 70lbs over the period of a year. However I am presently and seemingly permanently stuck at the half-way mark around 175 lbs for a BMI of 27 (overweight) for the past whole year. My Tanita scale in standard mode each morning reports that I have 26% body fat. "Over fat." Very fat. I cannot seem to get off this plateau, despite what other people consider extreme exercise and extreme diet (which I somewhat disagree with). I have 55 lbs of excess unhealthy fat remaining mostly in a visible spare tire ring around my entire abdomen where I can pinch over three inches rather than just one. Very unhealthy. A coming heart attack you can see in the mirror.
My modest goal is not to become a Men's Health cover super model with perfect washboard abs better than anyone else in my cycling peer group, but to simply have a non-tire-roll flat stomach and to be a healthy BMI (knowing how each BMI point over 25 puts you at 7% increased risk for cancers, etc). I'd also like to be a good race weight for cycling, since my present weight REALLY slows me down. On group ride hill climbs I embarrassingly get dropped, despite hill climbing being my former specialty and where I excelled and took extreme joy in. Loved those days and sprightly riding style. You cannot be a fat hill climber since you pay the gravity penalty for being heavy. You cannot be fat and socialize in many of my personal social circles. For example, just look at the way the cycling community ridicules Jan "eats too many of his mama's cakes" Ullrich as he gains weight every winter off-season. Being the fattest dude in the ski house hot tub of accomplished athletic friends is no joy either.
For years I put off enjoying so many things in life "until I lost the weight" like joining friends on group dinners, at the ski house, or even going to the beach. Life as a fat recluse (result of "until I lose weight, do gym now, friends later" approach) is worse than any food tastes. Furthermore being a gym instructor (presumed I should know better?) with an ever-enduring pot belly is not a good career move or any motivational help to my students. Thin is good and attractive and healthy. "Everyone can get there, it's just a very simple matter of using a little discipline and self control." Being over-fat implies I have neither.
I was always a slightly overweight child but ate the typical meat and potato meals most families did (which are deemed unhealthy nowadays).
Meals which included vegetables but always in their least healthy forms. Creamed spinach, broccoli with cheese, baked cauliflower covered in buttered bread crumbs, etc. In high school I picked up cycling, believed I knew nutrition better than my 'stupid' old-world
European parents, and started changing my eating habits to always fall in line with the very best American nutritional advice of the day.
Those experts knew best.
Others could perhaps better detail the nutritional advice changes that happened since the 80's, but for me it started with messages about red meat being horribly bad for you. So I cut out all red meat, which started the pattern of cutting out the "evil bad" foods from my WOE in order to leave only the good healthy ones. Then fats were deemed bad.
I cut out all dairy. Milk and cheese and ice cream were not good healthy foods to eat, so I didn't. If I craved ice cream on a hot summer's day, I 'smartly' chose sugary fat-free sherbet instead. Even frozen yoghurt had too much fat. Then over the years vegetarian friends and more nutritional advice started painting all meat as bad - ham has fat, pork has fat, veal has fat, "be careful - even chicken has fat." I was doing a lot of stir-fries then. I cut out all meat (fat), and ate mostly vegetables since vegetarians "live longer." The constant nutritionist message was Americans get way too much protein and eat way too much meat. The only safe non-veggie food to make a stir fry with was expensive fat-free shrimp - so in college mine were mostly veggies only. Then eggs had fat, cut them. Then fish like salmon had fat. Cut out all fish except tuna. Tried to make tuna salad using rice wine vinegar instead of mayo, just wasn't the same and gave me acid stomach. Skipped that.
Then nutritionists said "It's not the pound of pasta that makes you fat but the dollop of tomato sauce on top of it" (and I just read that old backwards advice on the web yesterday - still!). Makes you fat presumably from the olive oil. More fat. I cut out olive oil, which always did leave an evil fat film of oil on those perfect holy pure vegetables anyway, so no more stir-frys. I tried sautéing my vegetables in chicken stock, which as a gourmet cook tasted too much like simply steaming them that it was pointless. Same results as simply microwaving them, which has even fewer calories. I tried baking fat-free cakes replacing butter with fat-free apple sauce. No good results, no joy. If I didn't enjoy it, why waste the calories, so I just 'smartly' cut out each bad food from my WOE.
In the end I was down to almost entirely eating fat-free naked white
"good" foods as endorsed by nutritionists and the carboholic
"Pop-Tarts get our health food seal" AHA : a little fat-free microwaved vegetables with tons of fat-free white potatoes and fat-free white rice and fat-free white bread and fat-free white pasta and fat-free white bananas; white, white, white. "Watch that tomato sauce - it has fat!" After all, like nutritionists said, "you never see any fat Asians - they eat fat-free white rice, not meat."
Snackwell's modern fat-free processed food creations were clearly better than anything I ever could create myself at home since I could never make my home dishes 100% fat-free like them. American nutritionists know best.
And yet at first, by changing my WOE away from my normal childhood foods, I did manage to lose a lot of that excess childhood weight to reach 120 lbs throughout my high school and college years. I started winning or placing well in almost all my cycling events and moved up the ranks. At my peak in my early 20's I had 3.4% body fat. And incredibly, I was irritated at the time because my triathlete roommate, who had a classic Men's Health body and came to get measured with me, rang in at 2.8%, beating me. I was consuming all carbohydrates and no proteins- pasta & rice & no meat (classic cyclist food). I looked like Tyler "we train like dogs and eat like squirrels"
Hamilton in the Tour de France (classic cyclist body type), a look that seems too anorexic in the upper body to me today. I thought I had turned the corner, that I had given myself a new trim athletic body type. Forever. For life. Sure I still had to watch calories, had cut a lot of normal regular foods out of my life, but I had made it. "You cannot eat normal, if you want a body that looks better than normal," which in later years I'd find is the bodybuilder's motto.
The reality of the situation was this - I was riding 600-700 miles a week, which is about 30-35 hours per week in the saddle. A full-time job spent working out. Even bodies most resilient to fat loss would lose doing that much elite race-level activity each week all season long. No matter how much they ate. No matter what they ate. And yet every winter cycling off-season since high school I'd gain a bunch of weight as the miles dropped off, only to have to take it all back off in spring during on-season. College 10 lb winter swings became 20, then 30, then 40, then 50. It all became part of my standard yearly fare.
Obviously I couldn't keep those on-season training hours up as my jobs became more responsible. The free hours I could ride kept being reduced and weight kept increasingly being an issue. The end of the trend saw me doing minimal training most of the year but cramming "a year's worth of training" during my two-week summer vacation. Every day for two weeks I'd get up at 5AM and ride a double metric century, get back, run 5 miles around a track, and then mountain bike several miles out to my favorite beach, walking a good mile each way in sand to get there, bringing only water never food. Wake up next day and repeat. For two weeks. However I would lose the 20-40lbs I had gained over winter by the end of summer.
But here's the critical point. I used to do those 130-mile ride days eating nothing more than a pint of cherries at the farm stand conveniently at the half-way mark. That's it. For all day. Every day for two weeks. To fuel all that activity. According to all that should not be possible. I assumed the energy had to be coming from fat loss.
As long as I lost some fat, I never felt the need to check the calories in versus out equations.
However I'd lose less and less fat every year.
Even at my thinnest I have always had a very efficient metabolism. At
3.4% body fat I would annoy my fellow riders because I never had to eat during even long races (feared upsetting my stomach anyway) and most distressing to them never had to carry much water with me. At
100-mile races on 100+ degree days, it was pointed out that I would only have a single drop of sweat on my forehead when everyone else had already consumed their entire water bottles, whereas mine remained untouched. They called me "The Camel." In the military I notoriously survived two-weeks of no-sleep stressful 24/7 combat leadership training eating nothing more than a single box of fat-free crackers. I won't bore you with the other examples. I just came to accept that my body needed a lot less to run on than everyone else's did. But none of this should be possible according to nutritionists - a calorie is a calorie and the human body is a linear device. Nutritionists say
"There are no obese anorexics." Doctors say strap someone to a hospital bed and they can make them lose weight. What, even without
HOURS of working out each day? Hah! Good luck - I'd win that bet. If I was ever stranded on a deserted island I'd be one lucky man, but in today's modern social environment that revolves around social eating, it makes me an unhealthy and unhappy reclusive fat man unable to go to dinner with coworkers or friends. "No thanks, I'm eating my peach for lunch again instead."
An alert and healthy person is supposed to monitor his activity levels, fat levels, and curb his diet accordingly. So over the years of increasing career and decreasing workouts, I cut out more and more food. Getting more and more healthy in my choices but eating less and less calories yet getting fatter and fatter. I got to the point of feeling that I could only really ever eat something, say like a dinner with pasta, if I had worked out that day (American "food = fuel" vs.
European "Food = Joy of Life"

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Yet it was never enough. My cutting back couldn't keep up with my ever-expanding waistline. It was life in bizarro world. It seemed like the more I cut back, the fatter I got. This is not possible in a
"calorie = calorie" world. Right?
So there I end up at 240lbs - obese. Did I get there by eating Oreos and ice cream and Big Macs the way one would imagine someone getting so big? No. I got there via eating just one 'healthy' meal a day. I was still operating under the "fat = evil" mindset, one which is still deeply entrenched within me today. Fat-free bread or fruit (esp.
cyclist favorite high-carb bananas) or high-carb veggies (especially corn and peas) or Snackwells or pasta or rice, where rare splurge take-out dinners were no cheese veggie pizza or shrimp stir-fry with veggies and rice in a fat-free brown soy sauce. All carb-loaded, all
AHA and nutritionist endorsed fat-free foods. "Being good." I also eliminated all the fun and unnecessary calories from my diet. Drank (and still drink) nothing but water since I never quite bought the safety of nutra-sweet. Others around me lose bunches of pounds by just using one or two of my daily regimen principles, like switching their shocking liters of Coke per day to water. Happens all the time to my cohorts. But no, never me.
At 240 lbs, clearly my years of moderate efforts were not enough. I needed an all out offensive to counter my apparent 'weak' eating discipline. It was time to get really serious. I was tired of putting off everything in my life "until after I lost weight". I was too ashamed to ever take my shirt off in public or join friends in a hot tub or even shower at the gym (still barely OK with that now). I was too ashamed to ever go to the beach where other people might be (always kayaked miles out to be alone where no else would ever go).
Having a good runner friend from cycling days semi-joke that I was too big to be seen on his private beach, having "grotesquely just let yourself GO like that", further entrenched my view. And I agreed, "who wants to see all that unsightly shameful fat anyway?" Athletes can be rough but at the same time it was also true. I had lost enough friends and enough quality of life to make losing body fat my number one goal ahead of career goals or anything else. My wife is naturally skinny, sees working out as silly, sweating as gross, never exercises even in a whole week, eats way more than I do, yet is in perfect trim shape.
Yet she never minded me being out of shape. A wonderfully romantic gesture but not good in terms of being an enabler. Does the fact that a fat man has to eat less than a skinny woman say anything?
In my research I found lots of studies which detail the success of
VLCD diets on the obese (like me). At around 600 cal/day they would lose 3-5 lbs/wk. I also read where exercise is a natural appetite suppressant, which is true for me where it stems cravings late at night if I come off the indoor bike trainer having been totally winded in sprints. I don't feel like eating for hours afterwards. VLCD reports suggested medical supervision, but my doc consistently issued the stern commanding verdict of "eat less, exercise more" and that seemed to match. It is also the Surgeon General's oft-repeated advice.
I knew lean muscle mass increases your metabolism, but feared VLCD eating muscle. I then saw studies where VCLD was not catabolic if the subject used resistance weight training. Other studies say basal metabolism at worst only drops by 30%-40% even in total-fasting starvation trials, where typically it's only on the order of 5%-10%.
This matched nutritionists and doctors saying "there is no such thing as starvation mode slowing down metabolism, it's just an excuse fat people use to eat too much."
Nutritionist websites one after the other had daily intake calculators which said even on my most modest exercise day, I should be eating well over 3K calories per day! Absolutely Insane!! No one would ever be fat if they could ever eat that much food! Each day! Every day of the year! 3000 calories is 72 of my medium peaches or 43 of my one-pound boxes of frozen spinach or 20 of my cans of tuna fish!! Or even eating the most evil calorie-dense foods that's about TWELVE servings of incredibly rich Ben & Jerry's ice cream or SIX McDonald's
Big Macs. What's 3K calories in the worst meal you could ever eat - A
Big Mac meal with super-size fries and large chocolate thick shake has
1495 calories, you could eat TWO, every day, for the rest of your life and never get fat, in the supposed nutritionist "a calorie is a calorie" world. Bullshit!! No one eats that much! Even a person with the worst diet possible doesn't eat the equivalent of a McD super meal
TWICE a day, EVERY day of the year? Are Fitday and nutritionists joking!?!
Yet I still believed in nutritionist's "body is linear" model and oft-repeated "it's simply calories in versus calories out." And so I strove to maximize both sides of the linear equation - exercise most, eat least. I'd eat a maximum 200 calories per day, no eating after 3PM where unused calories could turn to fat, and exercise at least 5 hours per night to keep hunger away and muscles from being consumed rather than ample body fat. Eating next to nothing meant I'd lose those promised 2K-3K basal metabolism calories each day. Almost a pound of fat per day. Perfect. I have an iron will, I was determined, I have so far been free of ailments or medications, and I was free to be left alone to my own devices with all my non-work free time all to myself.
No problem, away we go...
Long story short, I lasted in this regimen every day for over four long dreary months! However I only lost 1 lb/wk - which in literature other people can do by simply dropping 500 calories from their normal
2K+ calorie daily intake. I never got the promised VLCD 3-5 lb/wk loss nor the 3K calorie basal metabolism pound of fat per day. "Oh well, suppose my body is just that efficient again I guess. At least it's better than nothing."
In practice I would eat a bag of microwaved frozen vegetables each day at lunch - often a 70 cal 1 lb box of spinach, other days corn-pea-carrot medley mix for triple that (200 cal, since I didn't fear carbs yet), or a box of broccoli somewhere in between. That's all
I would eat all day. ("Make your biggest meal lunch"

. I felt good reading on the back of the box that this was 3-4 servings of vegetables, which sounded like a lot. If I was truly really hungry,
I'd crave another serving of watery spinach - "No? Don't want it?
Well, you're not really hungry then are you." After work I'd hit the gym for 5 hours. 2 hours weight training and three hours of aerobics.
Then I'd come home unshowered to perform bike trainer riding for 30-60 mins. That was the absolutely hardest part of all. Sitting in the car inside my garage, completely drained and spent and old-sweat cold after the five hours at the gym, trying on very low energy to sum up enough strength and motivation to get onto the bike after 5 hours at the gym. I was never very hungry, and also never did get chills in bed at night like anorexics do. The weight loss was very slow, life became very dull and very dreary and very devoid of joy and somewhat lonely without ever one spare moment to be social (from bed to work to gym to bed; repeat), but at least I was getting somewhere in terms of fat loss, even if only a slow 1 lb/wk despite the extreme efforts. As long as I was losing I was fine.
The strange phenomenon was what appears to be the set point theory. I was eating the same number of calories and exercising the same every day. Yet I would go weeks without seeing ANY change on the scale or
Tanita BIA body fat reading (normal fluctuations but flat trend). Then suddenly over two days I would immediately lose 10 pounds and drop body fat. I would go nuts, trying to figure out what I happened to do any differently over those previous two days. But there never was any difference. Over the 70 lbs I lost, this phenomenon happened to me seven times. Weeks of no movement on the scale, then over two days I'd drop a sudden TEN more pounds. As if the body was defending its set point for weeks, finally gave it up, and set a new one 10 lbs less, defending that one for weeks, until it gave that one up. I expected a constant linear line fat loss, but got this bizarre 10lb X 7 times step function instead. Always repeatable, and thus some buried truth of some kind I cannot fathom (if not set point theory).
Then after more than four months of success (slow losses but something), I hit the panic button. In my continuing research I read about how so many people died in the 1970's from the early VLCD liquid diets. One issue was poor protein - oops, I was getting some in the box of spinach, but not that much. However the real scare was lack of potassium where patients died from heart arrhythmias. I thought my multi-vitamin covered me. Checked them - only 2% RDA!! Go to CVS, the separate potassium supplement was also only 2% RDA. What gives? I was worried enough to see my doctor. He response was same as before - you're on your own, you're fat and don't look anorexic, along with many mocking side glances over his glasses when I told him of my regimen -"You should be dead right now on my floor - running on air like that!" But no help. The blood work I insisted on showed lower-than-average levels of everything, from thyroid hormone to testosterone and other components I can't remember, but none of them ever low enough for any HMO specialist to be concerned over and suggest correcting. My doc said "Whatever you're doing, keep on doing it, because nothing looks bad from what I can see." My heart rate is and was very low, 35-42 bpm, "like an athlete" even though I hadn't raced for years (when it used to be low to but had reason to be from racing). Yet I was working out. Maybe? But I also read now that low heart rate is commonly a side effect of CRAN (Calorie Restriction with
Adequate Nutrition). I'm not sure I qualified for the AN in CRAN.
I wonder if any one else ever experiences this... During this regimen
I could often go three fasting days without eating anything at all. It was simply no problem. I continued my workouts yet I NEVER felt hungry. I never remembered to eat. If I wasn't truly hungry (ie, veggies vs fun), I simply didn't eat. A miracle. Then again and again, after an always repeatable and distinct three day threshold mark, after days on a no-hunger high I would suddenly become "bump into walls" dizzy and have the strong craving to eat something to stem the dizziness. Below three days, limited or even no eating was fine. This should not happen in a linear "calorie=calorie" world.
Still today I am rarely ever hungry - EXCEPT the very minute I ever have anything high-carb and 'tasty' to eat (like at 'normal food' wknd splurge dinner out with friends). It's as if the hunger flood gates open. I become extremely hungry! And I remember my mother always saying this as well - "I wasn't hungry at all - until the very moment
I ate something. And now I'm starved!" The simple trick to avoid hunger pangs seemed to be to just not eat anything at all. Anyone else ever experience this? Others seem to get hungry on their own, eat something, then get full and stop. It seems to work in reverse for me.
The only other time I experience strong hunger even today is when I have alcohol. Give me two glasses of red wine - and then look out! I turn into a ravenous beast. It is the only time I can eat entire 'normal' meals like everyone else. Cheeses, meats, fats, carbs - especially breads and desserts - carbohydrates to the extreme (well, for me, not an average person). And it never ends. After dinner with friends I am ready to go out right away to have another whole second dinner. Not that I ever do of course, but I could and feel really driven to. So much for listening to your body. My shocked alarmist friends say it's as if I have a broken hunger mechanism. I never get hungry, until AFTER I eat something, but then never feel that sensation of being full even after having eaten. I do experience being full after Thanksgiving Day gorging, but rarely otherwise. Either alcohol loosens up my tight mental control of "food= fuel only" calorie restriction where the body rushes in on the moment of weakness to capitalize on the chance to gorge food, or it stimulates the hunger mechanism to such an extreme where both the alcohol and carbs combine to hit an irrepressible harmonic, or both apply together. Wine is my number one downfall and enemy and unfortunately one of the things along with the often co-existing dinner with friends that gives me some "live life a little" European joy in life. Tricky business!
Midway through the regimen, several trim athletic co-workers began heaping abuse on me for eating only vegetables at lunch while they ate their 'normal' mayonnaise-dripping-down fatty meat and carboholic
Wonder bread sandwiches (often Philly cheese steak subs). They began to incessantly pressure me to moderate my intake ("eat some greasy cheeseburgers like us normal guys, dude"

. Between that and the potassium scare, I decided to moderate my diet again.
Around the same time, my wife had given me the Atkins book. I have to plead guilty to not having been open to scientific method myself, thinking like nutritionists that I knew everything already better. I too dismissed even investigating his plan because after all the years of buying into the "fat is evil" nutritional mantra, I was already smarter than those idiots who followed what the media told me was the
"eat all the cheese and bacon you want diet." Lunacy. But my wife said
"there was an example in there where Atkins writes about one of his patients that sounds just like you - she only gets hungry AFTER she eats carbohydrates, never before" Intrigued, I read the book - expecting only to have fun by laughing at it.
Many of Atkin's anecdotes rang true of my own experience. I tried
Atkins. But in a very low-fat healthy-fat version (my own precursor to
South Beach). It did change me. I now do look upon all rice and oatmeal and potatoes and breads and pastas and grains and beans and all processed foods comprising my old cycling staples as nutritionally empty candy calories. I shop the meat and produce aisles exclusively, skipping any grain or sugar product. I credit Atkins for getting me to no longer completely fear fats so much as the fat-free nutritionists had me believe for years. I added almonds and salmon and chicken breast and turkey breast back into my WOE, even if sparingly since deep down I still do fear their fats and more importantly their calorie density. I'd measure a 1 oz serving of almonds into a cup to avoid the all-too-easy eating of handfuls from the bag. It was amazing how something like seven almonds would satisfy me for hours. And what a taste joy. I also credit Atkins for getting me to make far better vegetable choices - spinach and broccoli have so much more nutritional value than my previous empty corn and peas. Berries are far better choices than my previous empty bananas and apples. Etc.
Yet, hopes dashed, Atkins made no difference in my overall fat loss.
Caving to advice and pressure from friends, I then spent all last year experimenting with various methods of "moderation" (aka eating more)
from their screaming at me to eat more than VLCD. I tried eating more protein within the half-hour window after my post-workout weight lifting, despite it being night. No difference in fat loss, only minor muscle gain. Experimented with eating carbs before workouts to fuel them better - no change. No better sprints either. Crap. Hopes dashed repeatedly.
I frequently can spend hours working out with never eating. After coming back from a fast lunch group ride, someone will mention how hungry they are after such a hard ride. Not the slightest bit hungry myself, I'd have to think, shocked to realize that I hadn't eaten...
since breakfast the day before - before even yesterday's group ride.
Last summer this happened frequently. I'd just forget to eat. And yet am fat. What's going on here?
The following revealing anecdote is a case study which underscores my situation versus a 'normal' person. Over summer I routinely spent all day kayaking off-shore for hours without ever eating or drinking. One day I kayaked with a chiseled trim friend for a simple easy 30-minute paddle out to a nearby island for lunch (a blow-off non-workout day for me, being social, requiring social eating yet again). We were only
15 minutes out - a joke - but in the harbor's dangerous high traffic lane with an ocean oil tanker coming straight for us - when he starts shaking and unpacks his lunch right then and there in the kayak saying
"I have to eat lunch RIGHT now." "You can't wait 15 minutes?" In a panic he responds "No, I have to eat right now!!" After many tense moments of the tanker closing in, I finally convinced him to paddle out of the way of danger and to eat on the island (where still shaking he ripped into his lunch like a starvation camp victim). But man, I could have paddled all day without ever eating myself (as I frequently did). His metabolism was so hot and high and in such high gear that he had to eat right there and then, shaking, oil tanker looming over his head or not. I have never experienced that, not even on my 130-mile rides on cherries. How do I get his fast inefficient metabolism and junk my efficient one? He had even eaten breakfast beforehand! He gets hungry and needs to eat every three hours, whereas I only get hungry every three days? It's as if we're completely different animals.
Every group has differing advice. Cyclists tell you one thing, bodybuilders another, nutritionists another, dieters something else.
Yet everyone feels they have the god-given right to pick apart your lunch and what you have to eat. Not just me but everyone, coworkers get literally kissing distance away from other coworker's faces to stick their noses into the coworker's private lunch bowl and make comments about their food, whether too ethnic or too healthy or too gross or too weird or too boring. Hello, it's not your food, you don't have to eat it, so shut up about it. Amazing. My microwaved vegetables also get big reactions from people. Over the years I've given up on the 'normal' food combinations everyone else eats - Meat with empty rice, turkey breast sandwich with empty bread, fatty carby milk with empty cereal, red ragout sauce on empty pasta, salad with empty fatty dressing. When usually it's only one of the combo that provides any worthwhile value. Keep the turkey and salad, ditch the bread and dressing. I tend to eat only the base ingredient, ie, tuna from the can versus making it tastier and less healthy by making tuna salad sandwiches with mayo and bread. I get tired of and full from the boring can faster than tasty tuna sandwiches. Food is fuel, not joy of life.
Every group has different standards. Everyone tells runners they're too skinny, cyclists like big quads but worry about any upper body mass at all, bodybuilders fear all cardio as muscle stripping, wine and dinner club members think they aren't fat because everyone else in their circle is - "they're all normal." Bodybuilders tell you to eat all protein. Runners tell you to eat all carbs. Nutritionists say avoid all fats. Atkins says avoid all carbs. What the hell works? So far nothing but VLCD.
I probably should detail my various trails. On VLCD for four months last winter my day was :